My first Runescape story(Tell me wht u think)

Howdy yall... Im kinduh new to the forum, an' this is thuh first time I wrote a storeh 'bout runscape..This here's a true story... Doan know if yall will like it, so this is like takin' a shot in thuh dark... It's bout meh character F L A G G(Which was lvl 38 at the time; Had 60 mage I think) on my way tuh clan wars one day, and what happened after. So here I go(And im sorreh if there's grammuh mistakes..Englihs ain' my firs' language)...But yuh, feel free tuh cruteek meh... I wan' tuh improve....Ohh.. And Flaggs usually a guy character, so i changed it to female in this story so it'll make more sense with me telling it(Oh and if yall like it, speak up so i can write future stories maybe).. well, here's chapter 1(Im hoping posts wont end up backward on here)... Long days and Pleasant Nights everyone..

She sat staring blankly at the computer screen for a few minutes, then turned her attention over to the half-eaten tuna sandwich which was slumped over the edge of a styrofoam plate, causing it to be lop-sided. Her hand reached over, grabbed it, took a bite, then set it back it down. Her eyes went back to the screen. She grabbed the mouse with her right hand and led the curser to a small desktop icon in the far right corner, a small diagnol sword with the words "RuneScape" encrypted beneath it. (!Click! !Click!) A window opened up. It was white at first, then turned black with bits and pieces of the web page's features showing up very slowy. Jus another bonus that comes alon' wit thuh Dial-Up package, she thought, then giggled to herself. She didn't actually need it to fully load, for she already knew where to click. You know, when the page hasn't completely loaded, and you move the cursor over a certain spot where you know a link's at or something. She didn't know how to explain it, and she wasn't very knowledgable when it came to Hi-tech stuff anyway. She clicked the spot where it was supposed to say "Play RuneScape'Existing User' ," waited for the next page to semi-load, and did the same with the spot that should of said 'Low Detail.' The world listing page came up in an instant(Surprisingly), she scrolled on down to world 32 and clicked it. The game itself, was fully loaded within minutes(Thank God). As if to support that comment, a white box appeared, then that red loading bar came into view as well. It started loading fast, but kind of stopped at 44%. She let out a soft groan. Back in the day, when she had High-Speed and this game took no longer then 10 seconds to load, all she'd do was mine coal and merchant it in world 43. Yuh, world forteh-three... Is where them idiots be, she laughed to herself. But these days, she spent her time mining addy ore and getting her character F L A G G's mage up(Not to mention owning all them big-headed high levels who walk around calling lower levels Noobs, Nublets, etc). She's been called a noob a fair amount of times, but never has it dragged it down to the point where she actually said anything back. Another glance at the screen. 76%. Good deal. She figured it'll be ready in about a minute or less. She got up, walked to the opposite side of the room, took out a pitcher of ice tea out of her small fridge, and poured some into the glass by the plate before sitting back down. After a sip of tea and a bite of tuna, she looked at the screen once more. 84%. And increasing fast. A few moments later, and it was good to go, and she clicked Existing User. "S-a M-a-s-t," she began typing, frowned, then held down backspace. Her fingers went to work again, "F-l-a-g-g." She pressed ENTER, typed in her password with practiced ease, and clicked Log In. A pause. Another series of clicks. And she was in. A female character appared wearing a black mage hat, priest robe and bottom, mage amulet, and her weapon of choice, an air staff. She was in the middle of Varrock east bank, and almost instantly, a blue message appears above the chat screen; A PM from her buddy Withoka saynig: "hey!!! We're doin' clan wars! Wanna come?!"
Not really caring, she replied, "Sure, I'll be there as soon as I can, I'm in west bank, so give-" Already knowing that there was that chance the message was going to get cut off, she sent that part off. She clicked withoka on her friend list and finished it up, "- me uh few minutes, a'righ?"
"Allright, join my clan chat! I'll see you there!"
She did. And she wasn't really surprised to see that it was a One-Man Clan. She didn;t know anyone could stand even a few minutes of her friend's meaningless babble sometimes. Nice person, just talks too dang much. She laughed at that too. But God, why clan wars? That meant she had to go through the wilderness, and the one thing that scares her the most on this game, is the wilderness. Countless times has she been killed there by them ghosts. They always seemed to spawn right by her! Why was this? Small beads of sweat began forming no her forehead. She wiped them off with a quick swipe of her arm. God, how I hate thuh wildy! Her hands began to tremble, and she barely managed to control it long enough to open up her bank. From somewhere deep within, an icy claw grasped her heart, and held tightly, sending a chill down her spine, and causing her neck hairs to stand on end. After scanning the items in the bank, she took what she deemed to be necessary for the trip, closed the Bank window, and...

 

....she started running north from the bank, clutching her bag against her breasts, but then stopped. She searched her bag one last time. Sixteen-thousan' chaos runes, thirteh-fo thousan' fires, an' twenteh six cooked lobs. Yup, all good. Wait... How does all this stuff fit in here anyway? It didn't matter. She discarded the thought and closed her bag. Once again. she began running north.The wilderness gap was barely coming over the horizon. She took a deep breath, gained some speed, then leaped over it. Her foot missed by an inch, and she went tumbling over into the grass and dirt, her runes spilled over the ground along with a lobster. With greedy hands, she stuffed the runes and the lob back into the bag, took two nervous glances east and west, then began running again. Slow down buddeh! Yuh doan wan' to die right? Save yo' energy fo' when yuh realleh need it! The run slowed into a nervous walk. A dark silhouette crept over a hill over yonder. Oh God, I Just entered thuh dang wildy! Please! Please don't let it-" relief swam over her, as she (click?!?) killed the pathetic low level Giant Rat with a Fire bolt. See? Ain' got nothin' tuh worreh bout! C'mon! Whadaya waitin' fo'? Hurreh! She walked on, and went through a cluster of dead trees. From far beyond, she heard a high-pitched warble growing steadily louder with each passing second. Only meant one thing; A ghost. Her heart started beating wildly in her chest, and sweat began rolling down the side of her face. "EEEEEEEEEEE!!" Another whine of the apparition. Her body froze along with her heart, as that icy claw gripped even harder, until she was almost sure it was going to burst into frozen chunks of blood and arteries. Another ghastly screech broke her paralysis and she started off in a sprint, kicking up dirt from behind her as she worked her way thtough the rest of dead forest. Her heart raced with unknown terror; her skinned crawled with gooseflesh. She escaped the forest, but what she saw froze her dead in her tracks again. Twas the most frightening scene she has ever gazed upon in her life. A helpless, low level wearing black armor was being knocked senseless by two level 69 ghosts, his armor being torned apart as if it were paper. He ran as fast as could but there was no use. The ghosts were on him, blasting him over and over again. He screamed but it was muffled by the cries of the ghosts. Grey lightning struck him dead center in his chest. His eyeballs rolled back in his head, as the color left his face. She heard a gurgle, then a splash of blood came from the guys mouth, until it turned into a small tendril running down the side of his chin. His body lay there sprawled. He raised a drowning, lonely handm then dropped it. One final blow to the head made it explode, leaving bits of brain tissue to scatter in whichever direction. HIs body disolved into a heap of aged bones, mith armor, a few swordfish, and a wooden sign. She took a quick glance at her own backpack, pondered for a moment, then threw away four lobs.The ghosts' lifeless eyes looked in her direction. Shooot I ain' goan pass this oppuhtunity up jus' cause Im uhfraid of these spooks, she thought as she ran over to the bones, stuffed some swordies into her bag and took off running. The two ghosts floated after her and startde throwing those grey blasts at her. She felt her life slipping away and saw her whole runescape life pass before her eyes. Nope, ain' goan happen, no ma'am. She ran along north while nibbling on them swordfish along the way, Christ, whoever cooked these things must have'uh low level in cookin'! Taste rawer then'uh thanksgivin turkeh! All right, enough complaining. She kept on running north, and then she saw it. The first glimpes of salvation. Clan wars was just ahead. She just made it into the safety of the clan wars area, and the ghosts retreated. Another wave of relief came over her. Her friend Withoka was waiting in the corner and yelled out, "Hey Sa, c'mon! A war is about to start and you know how much I hate losing! Get yourself in the portal!" And with that, he walked off into the purple abyss. The one named Flagg, the level 38 pure mage, also known as Sa to some close friends(Withoka being one of them, as you just saw) took one final glance at the ghosts which were now leaving over the horizon until they were white specks. She shivered, and then walked into the abyss as well..

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"Gosh darn it!" She murmured to herself as the game screen remained frozen. This kind of stuff happens almost everday whether she's mining, fishing, or whatever. The screen would freeze on her for about five minutes until it would just log out completely. But there were other times where it would just say, "Connection Lost," then the game would unfreeze moments later. And God, she hoped that would happen this time. Usually she would count to ten, and if wasn't unfroze by then(And it usually worked), she would simply exit out the window and open up a new one. Although I doan got time fo' that, my buddeh needs help. She began counting. She guessed she could let this match slide, afterall, it'll be just one loss! One loss doesn't even match up to the many times she has (One...) won in her time while doing Clan Wars. (Two...Three) But she couldn't bear the thought of seeing her friend fighting against twenty people, seeing them pile him while that one archer behind the barrier pelted him with addy arrows. A sure victory for them. And the whole time, Withoka will be wondering where the heck Sa went, be-(four...)fore he got beat senseless. Withoka is level 62, but he has good enough strength/defence level to keep him fighting against a level 80 guy. No, she couldn't let him down. Nope, no ma'am. Whether they were going against (Five..six..seven..) low levels or two of the strongest people in the game, she was going to fight along with her buddy. Besides, she needed the magic experience! And just like out of no where, the "Connection Lost" was replaced with a more pleasing sign which read, "Loading." Her smile widened into a grin as she the Clan War arena became visible. And of course, there was Withoke, screaming his head off. Ehh, well typin' his head off. "Where have u been? Wht took u so long? We're up against 5 ppl!"
"Sorreh bud, I was tryin' not tuh get killed" She typed, then clicked 'Follow Withoka.' Her character scurried behind him as he began walked toward the middle.
"lol" He replied. And that was usually his only reply to anything.
"lol"
Converasation lulled within the ten seconds it took to get there. She clicked open the combat tab, and clicked her spell book. Ah yes, Fire bolt, good deal buddeh! And that was that. She's ready to go, and Withoka, he had on his Full Rune and Rune scimitar. He was ready allright. They had approached the wall of rock which seperated the two teams and they finally got a good luck at their opponents. The box in the top right corner said there was five people in the opposing clan, yet only four where at the front. Two of them were level 59, another was 54, and the fourth was 60, yet they all had full rune and were wielding rune scimmies.
"Ohhh God!!! We're dead!" said Withoka in the clan chat. As if to support this statement, one of the opposing team, the level 60 who was wearing a power amulet, spoke up:
"Allright, who challenged them? How many times do-" He said, then the rest levitated above him in yellow, "- I have to tell yall? Only challenge people worth challenging!" That was followed by "Lmaos!" "Rofl!" and Flagg's favorite, "Roflmao." A slight pause. Then more mob-like screams, "Yall are noobs!." "Yall are going to die!" "You dumb noobs!"
She, the one who was controlling Flagg, clicked, 'Follow Withoka,' then said this outloud: "*pssst* Withoka! This here's thuh part where we preten' like we care!" Her and Withoka shared an 'lol' when Power-Ammy-Boy spoke up once more. She glanced up at the timer : 49 seconds
"I call that mage-girl, you three can pile the other noob over there."
Withoka responded instantly: "Heeeeeeey!!! =/"
"Hey Withoka, I got'uh idea how we can kill these guys! Jus' follow me..." I typed in the clan chat, "but we need tuh be quick, a'righ?"
Withoka: "kk.." And he clicked 'Follow F L A G G" She stood in the middle for a moment, then started typing lyrics to her favorite song. She had just clicked south on radar to start walking south when the first of the lyrics sprang out: "OooOOooo...She's moving along! From a distant place, she's on her-"
"What the hell is that supposed to be?" Power-Ammy-Boy cackled.
She ignored this, and so did her fingers. They were singing a song of their own, "-way! She'll bring decay! In shades of grey! We're doomed to face..."

 

WUHOO! It loads not backward! [Chaptuh 2]

"Wha?" she questioned in a calm gentle voice.
"I said 'Face it! We're going to die!" Her friend Withoka said.
"Wit that attuhtude, maybeh... " she paused, then with more thought added, "Hope fo' thuh bes'...an' expect thuh worse" Withoka made no after comment. They walked passed a cluster of dead, rotten trees until they were between the portal, and the middle of the arena itself.
Withoka spoke up, "What exactly are you thinking? Our chances of killin'em are slim!" He stopped to catch some breath, "Did you SEE how many of them were there? five!! And we haven't even seen the last one!"
Flagg didn't reply at first, she stood perfectly still, took a glance east then west, turned and started walking left. East was the best choice. They, the opposing team, would think they were going right, and even if they didn't, the MAJORITY of them would go right. Why was this? She'd read somewhere, that most people go in the direction of their dominant hand, which was almost always the right-hand. What bout' them buds who got sideburns? The one's who may a'ready know yuh goin' left 'stead of right? Of course, she'd thought of this too. She had a something up her sleevies allright. And she couldn't wait to unleash on those who got in her way. If those people they were against, if they were as big of idiots as she thought they were, then this whole fight will be a breeze. "c'mon! Make haste buddeh!" she whispered to Withoka as they walked faster east until they reached the cliff.
Withoka looked down at the bubbling lava. He kicked a stone over the edge and watched as the lava swallowed it whole. HIs stomach turned uneasily. A massive flame of lava and energy shot a huge rock skyward , the unbearable heat causing it to shatter in a tremendous shower of fiery rocks. Withoka lost his balance and fell back on the ground with a solid thud. Flagg giggled, but helped her friend up. In the distance, more pyro-pillars began shooting up in the sky, sending splatters of liquid-fire in random directions. Withoka shivered.
"C'mon Withoka! It's about tuh start! i can feel'it! We need tuh hurreh!" She turned north, and began walking faster. She didn't have to tell Withoka twice to come. He followed her, but kept a good distance, F L A G G's a good friend, and Withoka was very greatful to have a friend like her, one who would do anything for anyone. But sometimes, times like this, she kinda(In a distant, weird kind of way)... She scared him. Flagg's a nice person, very warm-hearted, but she's also aggresive, and extremely competitive. He walked up beside her and asked:
"Hey, buddy. How come you didn't tell those guys off?"
"Why didn't you?"
Allright, she got him there. But still, he was curious, "I dunno. Well, why don't you ever say anything to anyone?"
Flagg stopped in her tracks, crossed her arms, then said, "Buddeh, people like them, they're like diapers... Yuh see-"
Withoka intervened, "Say wha-?"
"Let meh finish!" He let her. "A'righ. They like diapers cause of two things. One, they are always on your butt... Two, they're full of..."
Withoka didn't need to hear the rest. He bursted out laughing.
"Shhh! Callete! If yuh haven't noticed, them are already aftuh us! Yoo cain' hear'em?"
Withoka did. And he shut up. They started off north again, then came the sound of steps. It was loud, followed by the sound of distant voices, then it ceased. Understanding came to Withoka. My God, he knew Flagg was smart, but to think of this! Genius! He and flagg ran south making them believe they either hid in the south-west or south-east. And the confidence the opposing side had in their (supposed) victory was so great, that once they gone a little bit down south, they split up thinking it be a sure victory. Yet, he and Flagg were going North, a place the other team wouldn't expect. At the same time, "Power-Ammy-Boy & Fiends" would be wasting their energy by running, while he and Flagg stroll over to the other side unseen. And when they DO find him and Flagg, chances are they'd be alone and their energy gone. We might actually win this, Withoka thought, By God, we might actually win.
They kept on walking until they reached a small rocky barrier in which Flagg could blast'em, and still be protected. Now all they could do is wait. Flagg knelt down, poured out all of her runes, both chaos and fire, then placed them in a special part of her backpack. There was really no need to conceal them or even count them. Their magic was automatic. As long as the user had the runes on them, the spells could be cast easily with just the thought of mind. She still had a good amount of food, not to mention two sword fish from that Ghost incident earlier. She asked Withoka if he had food, and he nodded. Withoka drew his scimitar and did a few frsh cuts in the air. They were ready allright. Ready for this storm. However, a sudden chill went through flagg's heart. A kind of precognition, that spoke one clear message:
There would be no shelter from this storm...

The footsteps were back. Flagg was the first to hear them. Way off in another gathering of deadwood trees, a level 59 guy wearing full rune, rune scimmy, and rainbow boots.
"Withoka! Get'in yo' puhsition! Time tuh bake some turkehs! You savvy that?"
"Yuh, time tuh bake'em like chicken!"
Flagg stared at him blandly, "Doan say that uhgin" she said almost apologetically, " ye killed it." She ran into the north-east corner and got her spell book ready. She was flipping through the pages, making slow murmurs every now and then. She flipped a few more, stopped, flipped a page back and ran her fore-finger down to "Fire Bolt." Yes, this was going to be quite lovely. Withoka, who wasn't phased by flagg's last comment, yelled out loud:
"Ohh daaang! Stupid Flagg left me and went west! 'Your gonna die!' I told her, but nooooo. 'Doan worreh! I be fine! You fite by yo' self!' she said... Christ, I swear sometimes-" The 59 guy was approaching, not exactly at attacking range, but close enough to cause a lower level to flinch.
"Well well, look what we got here. A dumb level 62 noob. I should go call everyone but I think I'd tell them where your little friend is. I think I'll just kill you myself."
"Allright, bring it! I can take you on by myself!" He didn't need to shout back, 59-Boy was already charging at full speed. Their scimitars slashed and clawed at each other, like a caged animal getting ready to unleash it's fury on those stupid enough to open it's cage. The clash or rune was loud and defeaning, and as they swung, the vicious sweep of the weapons hissed through the air.
"NOOOOW FLAGG!!!!" Withoka bellowed.
But she had already started. Her eyes gleamed with a fiery passion. Her grip tightened on the air staff in her left hand, whilst her right hand began glowing a bloody red, until the hand itself was in flames. Her lips were pulled back in a devilish grin. She pulled back her hand and thrusted it foreward as if she was throwing a fast ball. The ball of flame left her hand and traveled its' own path through the air as it locked-on 59-boy. He raised up his kite-shield but it was no match. It was sent hurling backwards and hit rock barrier.
"WHY YOU LITTLE-"
But that was all he could get out, other then an ear-splitting scream. After throwing the fire bolt, she swung again, but this time as if she were throwing a frisbee. Her aim was true. 59 Screamed in pain and terror, and then Withoka was on him."Who's the noob now?" He asked the guy laying helpessly on the ground. Withoka took out a Rune two-handed sword which was strapped to his back/ He grabbed it, liking its feel, raised it on end allowing the deadly sharp end to linger over this guy's body. His grip tightened, then he thrusted it into the the guys chest. Blood flew out in an amazing jet, as he yellde out in agony. Once withoka was sure it had touched a rib or something, whatever bone that was there, he scraped it along, nice and slowly. Till he was sure that....
"OHH PLEASE STOP! PLEASE! IM SORR..."
...he was dead but a final fire bolt silenced him.
"C'mon withoka! We need tuh go west! He's probably warned his buddies allreadeh!"
"My words exactly"
The duo walked west until they reached the portal.
"Withoka, yuh know we cain' trick'em no mo'..They already know me an' you are tuhgether."
"Yeah, hope you got another idea, cause I dont think we're in Kansas anymore.This is the real deal. The real fight. You do have plan, do ya?"
"Yuh, im goan stay in front of thuh portal, an' you go west. If someone come's here first, I'll call, an' you go around the dead trees," she points south west,"An' come back this way as if you are comin' from thuh middle. And if someone attacks yuh first, call an' I'll be there faster then a thanksgivin turkeh. ok?"
"Gotcha oh-brave leader," He smiled. He took off west. But then Flagg turned around, and whispered something in his ear. His smile widened.
Deep down, she knew if more then two came in and attacked Withoka, then it'll be all over. But, if two or less decide to kill the mage-girl, well, then her and Withoka would have a better chance at winning. And there was still that that last 5th guy. 1 down, 3 big-headed guys, and one mystery bud left to go. Good deal! She was hoping these guys were idiots. Not just that one whom they just killed.
A voice, somewhere off in the darkness. No, TWO voices. And footsteps. The question is: From where? The answer came to her. Literally. Two guys wearing rune armor and strength amulets came rushing in from the south. The other 59 and the 54. One was putting his scimmy in his backpack and took out a rune dagger.(Why dagger?!?)and the other a rune long sword. She screamed at the top of lungs, "WITHOKA!!"
"No one can save you now mage-girl! Your ours! hahaha!"
But here came Withoka, running straight towards the portal from the south just like she told him.
"NOW WITHOKA! NOW!!" She screamed. Right when they were about to slash at her, she dodge out of the way, grabbed her staff with both hands as if she were holding a 2H, and swung at their backs. Withoka came and joined, pushing them as hard he could. The one with the dagger fell over on the ground, but the other one flew through the portal, cursing in some foreign tounge. The unfortunate guy who got sent through the portal, fell out, and rolled over in the soiled dirt. He felt himself tip, as if hanging over the edge of some steep cliff. God Dang! Why a hill? He began rolling down the hill and landed on the flat-soil. He raised his head, only to see five scorpians surrounding him. Ohh God! Please noooo! NOOO! it was useless. Those gigantic claws clanked against the armor, but managed to tear it off, leaving him in peasant clothing. They began clawing him, tearing him apart flesh, by flesh, allowing him to drown in a pool of blood. Hapless low levels ran to claim rune armor, but failed, and met a similiar fate.

 

The end of chaptuh 2...

Meanwhile, the guy with dagger(WHY THE DAGGER?!?) slashed at Flagg's leg. He tore a piece of cloth, but also succeeding in piercing her flesh as well. She winced at the pain, but it was bearable. Withoka came and started slashing while flagg limped to a safer area a few feet away, ate some lobsters, then casted fire bolt on him. It didn't surprise her very much when he got up and crawled through the portal. Withoka's scimitar struck the dirt right in front of it.
"Dang! Dude couldn't handle us! We got this!"
"I wouldnt be so sure buddeh. Jus' cause three are dead, an' we onleh have two left..well..That doan' mean we should be celebratin' or anythin'.
"Leave it to Flagg to kill the fun!" But he was smiling.
"We need to go to the middle, an' quick."
"Why?!? Why not stay here and do the Portal-Thing again?"
"Cause they already know both our strategies.Eithuh think of'uh new one, or fight head-tuh-head."
"I hate it when your right," Withoka said and walked a few feet away. "So, ready?"
She was already walking. Wave 1 and wave 2 had been easy. This would be a little bit different. They knew all their tactics. So there would be no surprises. And God that scared her. Two things were bothering her right now. 1. The mystery guy. And 2. The throbbing pain in her right leg becasue of that stupid(DAGGER?!) guy. She stopped, knelt again, and picked up one side of her skirt with her right hand. She looked at her wound, a small gash. The skin around had turned red and puffy. And to make things even worse, was that it was spreading. Small red-ribbon-like streaks waved out of her wound.
She was poisoned. My God, that dang dagger was poisoned.
"Bad?" It was Withoka, a few feet beside her..
She smiled, "Nothing I cant handle, now lets get them othuh guys!"
Withoka, feeling a little uneasily, about that small(DAGGER?!) gash in her leg. She said she could handle. Although he had his doubts. He didn't like the fact that Flagg was limping, even after eating lobster. The wound should of healed instantly, like many times before. But there was something about (The dagger?!) the way she said she was ok. Maybe he's just paranoid? Probably so. The one thing that rang repetatively in his head was this: She can't fight much longer! Thank God he brought something that can help the match go along alot faster, GIVE IT TO HER ALREADY! he told himself. He took what was for her from his bag, and gave it to her.
"Why, whats thi-"
"A gift for you, don't open it yet, k?"
"sure deal".
A shadow silhouette of a human appeared in the distance, and walked slowly towards them. She just stuffed her gift in her bag side pocket. For some reason, she felt stronger, yet weaker at the same time. The poison was infecting her body, yes. But she somehow, felt powerful. Oh well. Out of the darkness, that shadow came closer. She ran behind a rocky barrier, and was getting ready to blast this guy senseless with fire bolts. Then she realized who that was. Power-ammy-boy. He drew a rnue 2h sword out and helf it tighlly in front of him.
"looks like Im gonna have to kill you myself you stupid mage" His lips drew back into a wicked smile.
She glanced at Withoka, "Stand back, I wan' this kill." He did as she said.
"You can do it Flagg!"
For some reason, she threw her Air Staff to the ground. She didn't think she would need it. She had the power now. Her eye's burned like sparks, and both(How?!) hands turned aflame as well. A gentle breeze blew strands of her long black hair wildly. Her soft lips stretched into that same devlish grins. She had power now allright. (But from where?) She thrusted her right hand as if she were reaching out to grab something, and her left hand mimic-ed the motion perfect. Two balls of flame twisted in the air and found it's target. He deflectde them easily with his shield, then ran aruond the rocky wall to slash her. She leaned back as the sword whistled over her, pivoted on the ball of right foot and shot a bolt at him n the back. He fell foreward, but got up quick.
"IM GONNA KILL YOU FOR THAT!!!!!" He yelled as he swung the 2h straight down in front of her. She jumped back, watching as the 2h hit the ground infront of her and as the small cloud of dust appeared on impact. She jumped over the barrier, and threw another fire bolt. No good. Rage was written plainly on his face, as he ran around and start swinging wildy. Think dang it! Yo' firuh may not be hurtin him. But think of somethin' that can! Fo' yo' life! C'mon! Use yo' head! She did. She took off into the deadwood forest with Power-ammy-boy following, swinging his 2h wildy.
"think you can hide in them trees? Think again! Get ready die!"
Ohh..there'll be dyin' allright she thuoght. When she got in the heart of the forest, she released a firebolt at trees. The trees caugh just alittle. It wasn't good enough. She weaved in and out of trees, blasting them with all power she had. It's spreadin'! Thank yuh God! It's spreadin' like buttuh!" Level 60 was still on her tail, cackling like a mad person. The front part of the forest was aflame, and she started running around the side, and bolted the trees she would pass.But God, her leg was screaming in agony. Sweat started rolling down her face. She didn't know if it was the infection in effect, or the heat of flames.
"OOHHH! So you can make a fire? Now stop running like a noob and die!"
The front and right of the small clustered forest was like an upside-down flipped L-shaped torch. She ran in the forest from the back, shooting fire missiles backwards.
"Work on your aim! Your not even touching me!" Another inhuman cackle.
She hoped it was going the way she hoped. When they approached the front wall of fire, she turned and used firebolt with both hands directly at his chest. He fell backwards, his 2h falling to the ground, along with his shield.
"YOU MOTHE-"
He couldn't finish. She was hovering over him and was throwing fire ball after fire ball, showing no mercy. Then she stopped after realizing it wasn't doing much to him. She staggered back a few feet, towards the left side of the forest which wasn't on fire.
"*COUGH* Did you really *Wheeeze* think your dumb fire spells could kill me?" he started rising to his feet, but fell in confusion, when he realized his vision doubled, and was spinnng. She ran toward out through trees, turned around and started throwing more fire balls at the remaining trees. when it seemed aflame enough, she took out her spell book, flipped to air bolt, murmured a few words, then her hands seemed lighter...perhaps thin and more air-like. More hand thrusts sent gusts of wind flying in crazy directions. It's feedin' thuh fire! Yes! Now that's how yuh bake'uh turkeh! she thought cheerfully.
"IM GONNA KILL YOU! YOU JUST WAIT TILL I GET OUT-" he was in an envelope of smoke. "-IM GOING TO STAB YOU! THEN SKIN YOU! THEN-"
"He isn't dead" she said aloud to herself
"Not now, but just check what I gave you in the bag, and he will be." Withoka said as he walked up from behnid her
She dug through her pack, pulled out the bag that Withoka and opened it up.
"DEATH RUNES AND AIR RUNES!!" She smiled once more.
"Yuh darn right! darn sho is!" His imitation of her was surprisingly decent this time.
Now she knew where she sensed that extra power. Not to mention she knew how she managed to vast Fire Bolt without her staff. She opened her mage book, flipped to fire blast, and grinned. Her eye's no longer glew with sparks. They were on fire, burning with some unimaginable power from deep within her. Her body was a living torch. Her hands,now both two massive balls of fury. She held them together, and they fused into one huge ball of intense heat, rage, and power. She pulled it back with two hands, then pushed forward with all her strength. A flame ball, no, a comet of intense heat, with lava melting off the sides, flew straight for the guy trapped in the forest. He looked up, double-vision becoming one, and saw it coming.
"Hooooly" Was all he got to say. It hit him directly, causing the entire forest radius to explode.Bits of flaming wood went flying off in different directions. Small fragments of rune armor scattered across this desolated wasteland. Sparks could be seen clearly in smoke, and when it cleared a few minutes later(A few wind blasts later) all that was left, was a smashed body and a rune sword sticking in the ground... And the one known as Power-Ammy-Boy was no more...

CHAPTUH 3

He just couldn't believe it. He sent four of his clan members to do a simple job. The most easiest job in the freakin' world! Kill the stupid-mage girl, and her buddy. Christ, it was four against two! And they couldn't handle them? Heck, they couldn't handle the stupid mage? How in the world did he get stuck with idiots. He leaned back in his chair, and gritted his teeth. He was in a room, a small wasteland of a cubicle which he called his bedroom. There were splatters of yesterday's dinner on the wall, spaghetti, and a group of flies which flew lazily around it. An old box of chicken bones was on the ground beside him, along with five bags of half-eaten chips. He sat there in his chair, staring at the computer screen in disbelief. He only had one hobby, and that was playing RuneScape.
The only two loves in playing Runescape are training his attack/strength/defence, and killing. Boy, did he love player killing. And after years of slaughtering both low and high levels, he began seeing this as work. Yes, work. He loved to work, and worked to kill. But, this mage. She was different. Of course she was barely level 38, and he was more then 70 levels higher, so there shouldn't be much to worry about.
I'd think that over, pal. This girl, she may be a low level, but she has a braincell. A couple of'em at that.
His username is Krimson King, and his level is 113. Yup, he had this match won. He was going to show Wothika or whatever his face was and that stupid mage-girl how to do work. He'll show them, by God!
He clicked open his inventory and grinned, a wide-toothy smile. A strength potion was sitting in the bottom-right corner with two doses left. Sometimes, that's all that was needed to win. Meanwhile, his fellow now-dead clan members were babbling on his clan chat.
Minimoney01 said: "-and here she comes, outta no where! And-"
"I lost it all! All my rune armor! How could I let this happen?" said Lixtu, the victim of the scorpians.
Minimoney01 ignored him and finished, "-she blasts me until im dead! Along with her buddy attacking me!" No one replied for a few seconds, then Mini spoke up once more, "And then YOU abandon us, whitewing!"
Whitewing123 replied: After that Lixtu incident, what do you expect me to do? Stay around and get humiliated by a low-leveled mage? Hell nah!"
"How could I let this HAPPEN?!?" Lixtu repeated.
They all ignored him.
That was when Power-Ammy-Boy spoke: How can yall be so stupid? Christ, yall are pathetic!"
Minimoney01 leaves the chat.
The crude, words of Power-Ammy-Boy again: "Look! Yalls stupidity made one of our members leave!"
"Shut up"
"What?!?"
The owner of the hands, which was the owner of Krimzon King, went to work: "I said shut up. All of you were being idiots! You treated them like a joke. Big mistake. Rule 1. Treat everyone as if they're a threat, and act accordingly."
Power-ammy shut up.
"Now," Krimzon continued, "I'll finish these noobs off."
Cheers from Lixtu, Power-Ammy-Boy, and Whitewing: "Yeah! Kill her! Kill that stupid mage!"
Krimzon responded no more. He looked at the radar in the top right corner. No white dots in sight. He was in the south-east corner, but started walking towards the middle. He wasn't going to make a fool of himself. He felt good. He felt strong. Someone was going to die, and was pretty darn sure that it wasn't going to be him. He better hurry. He didn't want to be late for work. He threw his head back and cackled. He knew what time it was. It was time to show that mage-girl who was boss. It was time to kill. It was time to go to work.

 

Flagg and Withoka were just blown away at what had just occured.
"Ohh my! Did I jus' do that?" asked Flagg sheepishly.
Withoka, who was just as shocked as she, said "Holy Jesus bananas! That was amazing!"
Together they stared mystified as pieces of burnt wood and other debri fell form the sky.
"C'mon Withoka, we need tuh leave-"
"Go where?"
"I dont know, the middle of the arena would be best- "
"Are you crazy? That's the most vulnerable place!"
"-Yuh may be righ'. But I don't think we have a choice."
Withoka gave her one of those what-the-heck-are-you-thinking looks. He didn't see the sense in that at first, but after he thought about it, he realized she was right. There would be no eascaping. Just like how there would b no more fancy tricks. The mystery guy now knew that him and Flagg were very much alive... And dangerous. And based on what his fellow clan mates might of told him, he would avoid trees and portals at all costs. The final fight wasn't going to be any easier then the fight against Ammy-Boy. That, he already knew to be a fact.
Flagg had begun walking towards the middle, lost her balance, and fell on her right side.
"Flagg! Are you allright?"
"Yuh. Im...fine." She said then forced a weak smile. She pulled her robe down to conceal the infected wound. which was now caked with dride blood. She got up, nibbled on a lobster, then began walking again.
She could feel the poison working through her body like a foul cancer. She felt the poisoned blood pulsing through her veins. She knew it was slowly draining the life out of her, and that lobsters were'nt always going to be there for her. There was no way she could go on like this.This had to end, But how? Use yer head, girl! Yuh cain' e'spect tuh win without makin' use of yo' brain cells! Yuh can do it! I know yuh can! She thought long and hard. She got nothing.
A figure appeared over the horizon. He waa wearing full rune(Naturall). a power amulet, and an obsidian cape. He was wielding a rune long sword. Withoka's jaw dropped when he saw his level. Level 113 he thought hysterically, Why, isnt that lovely?
That was when it her like a spear. The answer. Ideas came at her like waves in the ocean, as they claw at the shore. Yes! It was perfect! She blew into the keyhole of all her tricks, plans, and strategies and this time...
The tumblers turned....



"Gonna show yall how to do work! Now stay still so i can cut your throat!" He bellowed, then ran over and started attacking withoka. Flagg ran around on those barriers and started fire bolting him like crazy. Thrust...Thrust... They all got deflected. Withoka raised his scimitar to block a blow, but the the strength of that guy was phneomal. The scimitar flew out of his hands and landed in the dust. He stepped back and pulled out his rune 2h, and began swinging at him. He dodge every time the 2H sliced through the air. Flagg ran and grabbed the handle of the scimitar, but it proved to be too heavy. With two hands, she carried it over her right should like a bat and swung right at 113's chest. There was a (CLINK) when it the scimitar struck, then started vibrating, sending a wave of pain through her arm. She let it go. Withoka swung the 2h right at his helm, but the his shield not only blocked it, but sent the 2h flying a few feet as well. He fell back, and started feeling for the scimitar and brought it front of his face, just in when 113 swung down. Withoka rolled out of the way, and got back up on his feet. 113 turned his attention to Flagg after realizing he was immune to both her and Withoka's attacks. She ran back over the barrier, and began throwing more bolts. They did nothnig to his to his body armor. 113 started slashing at her and succeeded by piercing skin on her arm, and chest whilst ripping long scar-shaped holes in her robe. She ran as fast as she could going towards the Jail cell, with 113 following. He took a yellow potion out of his bag, drank what was left, and threw away the vial, as it shattered in billions of pieces as it hit the ground. His musclular exterior seemed to bulge a smudge. That potion made'em stronger. Oh God what now? He caught up, grabbed the back of her robe, held her up, then threw her against the jail cell as if she were a doll. She turned around, her back against the bars, then shrieked. Hands reached for her frmo between the bars and ripped part of her robe off, revealing the gash. She got up, and saw that 113 was coming for her, and saw Withoka following from behind. There was no where to go. Wait, there is. She ran right around the Jail, passed a small cluster of trees and stood at the edge of the cliff. She looked down at the bubbling lava, and saw tiny pillars shooting up, as if it wanted tp pull her down into it's fiery depths. She turned around, and saw 113 catching up, and Withoka. She whispered, "Bye." then turned around, looked back down at the volcanic lava, then jumped over the edge.
"NOOOOOO!!" Withoka screamed. But it did nothnig. Flagg was gone. 113 cackled, then turned around and looked at Withoka. A silver string of a tear ran down his cheek.
"Awwwe, does wittle withoka miss his wittle friend? How cuuuute!" More insane laughter.
Pure rage was written plainly across Withoka's face. "Im gonna run you into the ground," he said.
"We'll see," 113 replied. The he was after him again. Withoka ran towards the middle and picked up his scimitar. And they were at it again, swinging and dodging each other. His expression read anger, but his heart read different. It felt as if someone reached in, took out his heart, stuck two fish hooks on both ends, and ripped both sides slowly apart. Yet, for some bizarre reason, her felt as if his eyes had betrayed him, and what he saw didn't really happen. He felt as if that wasn't the end of Flagg. But he saw her plunge into the fire. This... doesn't....feel...right. This wasn't over yet. Couldn't be. Flagg wasn't the girl who wants to commit suicide if things dont go her way. She makes do. If the situation aint exactly how she wanted it, then she wouldn't complain. She would change it. She wasn't dead. She was planning something. But what? Somewhere, within Clan wars, in the middle of the arena, one guy named Withoka was fighting against a level 113 person. They have been fighting non-stop, weapons clashing, the 'cloink of swords hitting shields, the smell of sweat. Through the fray, a curious thought crawled into Withoka's mind like a snake. He seemed to be choking on something by the muffled sounds he was making, or thats what 113 thought atleast. Actually, it wasn't a cough or a choke. What he was trying to hold back, was that last ray hope and the last chance of salvation which was laced and weaved into his contained laughter...

 

"Ha! Finally showed that mage-girl who's boss! Thats how it's don-" his words froze. "What? She just died! There's not stuppoed to say "2 remaining" in the clan box! She freakin died!" Yet something wasn't right. She died, didn't she? Of course she did! Now all he had to worry about was Withoka. So far, no one's hit anything more then a three. This match is going to take forever, he thought, and wondered about withoka's defence level. He sat there and wondered (Why does it say two remaining players?) about how long this match was giong to take. His clan spent too much time on these two noobs. It was time for this to end. He had to admit, he couldn't believe how(there's two people remaining!) long she lasted. She was worth the hunt. But this seriously had to end. He looked at the screen. The fighting part bored him. Slash, slash, slash slash. It was the dying he lusted. Just then, Withoka did the most unexpected thing. He ran towards the opposite side from the jail, over by the cliff. Aint gonna help. He's dead no matter what. Despite this supposed sure victory, the thought of (Why there are two people still?) him dying was still considered an option. Of course he wasn't going to let that happened. Time to finish his work.

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Withoka, who's real name is Seth, sat in front of his computer in disbelief that Flagg just died. And how was he going to kill a level 113 on his own? His thoughts, exactly. Not possible. He saw two characters dressed in full rune taking turns slashing each other on the screen, followed by blue splashes with '0' in them on 113's side, and more hateful red splashes with '6-18' on his. He opened his invetory and clicked a swordfish every other four seconds. He knew he was going to die. No surprise there. Then, he notced something strange. The box said "Clan 'Slotter Hous' remaining players: 2" That wasn't right. Didn't flagg die? He was sure. As if to support this, Flagg sent hmi a message through clan chat: "Hey buddeh! Im still alive! Look, I need yuh tuh do something for meh"
Seth's fingers began typing, constantly looking up to make sure he wasn't going to die, "What? How is that possible? You-"
"Nevermind that, jus' can yuh do meh a favor?"
"Sure, boss, whatcha want me to do? =)"
"A'righ bud, we can beat this here diaper, all we gotta-"
Withoka laughed in his chair, and in the game, "lmao"
"-do is this.. yuh lead him tuh the othuh side by the cliff, an' wait fo' it."
"Wait for what?"
"Jus' do what i say! Yuh'll know when it happens! Now go!"
He typed 'lol' out in the game, then ran to the side by the cliff, turned auto-retaliate on along with defence strike, and waited for Flagg's plan to come into effect.

 

She held on to the ledge with all her strength. She began to pull herself up when her right hand slipped. With her left hand helpde her balance, she felt the wall with her right foot for a rocky outcrop that she could set it on. She kicked a few stones and they fell into the lava. She gulped, found a safe spot for her right foot, and held it. Her right hand reached up and grabbed another ledge, and used it to pull herself up. She repeated this process until her left hand reached the top. She set her right arm on the surface, and dragged herself back over the ledge. She was back in the boat allright. Time to finish this. She opened her aged book of spells, and turned to Air Blast Spell. She began whispering more foreign words, then she began to levitate just a bit. Her eyes grew with white, blinding light, and she felt her hands become thin, and airy again. She pulled back a sphere-like ball of contained fury of wind, air and dust. She threw it foreward with the rest of her power. Her aim...

Withoka was dying. His armor was being torn into useless scraps. 113 was slashing him like crazy, cutting up his flesh all over his body and tearing his ragged clothing. One final swipe sliced his stomach open, letting a link of guts roll out on the dusty ground. With shaky hands, he attempted to pick them up and force them back into his wound, but was pushed back against the ground, his head hanging over the cliff. He was over him. Getting ready to finish him off, when it came. A wind-powered missle came hurling towards them. 113 didn't see it coming, but Withoka did, and understood. Right when it was about to strike 113, withoka used the rest of his power to push forward on 113's legs. He began to fall, caught himself, but the wind swept him off his feet. he fell of the ledge and landed in the lava. Lava starting eating at the bottom part of his body, and he screamed in pain. Smoldering, drowning hands reached up and pulled him down into fire muffling his screams of pain and revenge. Flagg ran up to Withoka, sat beside him and smiled, then they were both teleported out of the arena, bodies intact with full health. And the darkness and terror was over.


"Yes!" Sarah said in her chair. "Yes, yes, YES!!" They had done it. They won. And that was just the best virtual feeling in the world. She constantly asked herself, what just happened? We owned. Thats what happened. She fell into a fit of laughter. This made her day. On the screen, Withoka was was behind 113, saying "Noob" over and over again. He quit, then sent her a PM saying:
"Daaang! That was one good match! We're an awesome team!"
"Yuh did good buddeh! We both did" Sarah typed, paused, then started again, "Hey, Im gonna go tuh thuh Bounty Huntuh place tuh get mo' food."
"Allright, I'll be challenging other ppl."
Sarah click the area west and watched as her charcter followed willingly enough. She was getting close to the obelisk place, when the game lagged. Ohh God, please! Doan make me lagg! Jus' let me make it through! Panic shot through her, as she watched impatiently as her character ran forward, then back... Forward, then back, hardly movnig at all. Then she saw it. A ghost was approaching. She clicked 'RUN' and started off as fast as you she could, but...

 

.. something was happening. She didn't know what it was exactly, except that it wasn't good. She tried to run, but an unknown force made her run backwards, then forward again. Every few seconds, her vision became fuzzy. Not blurry...but fuzzy. And that ghost which spotted her kept on coming towards her. A thought came at her, but only in fragments. This is what she heard: God... doan make...through. But the mse vivid word was this: Lagg. For some reason that word sent a chill down her spine. She felt as if she was skipping in time, yet going backwards. Then everythnig froze, and she was caught in the delicate fabric of time. She heard ghosts, and felt as one blasted her with deadly spells. She was no match. They were too strong. And she couldn't move. Something started clawing her, tearing apart her insides. Her flesh tore off, exposing inner organs which were being shredded as well. A merciless claw reached in her eye socket, and clawed out a perfect slimy, eye ball. That was when everything went black. And through the darkness, one word glew with horrifying illumination: LAGG

She woke up by the heat of cement. She propped herself on an elbow and eyed her surroundings. A Castle was but a few feet from her. She looked down at her body. Regular clothes, no mage amulet, no robes. Realization struck her. She sat up, and looked through her bag. nothing except two runes. She slowly got to her feet. Then...

~~~

A blue message appeared on the screen. It was withoka, "Hey! Where did you go? I challenged three level 70s!"
She didn't respond back. All those runes...Gone. She laughed hysterically to herself. All her runes...Now gone. Disappeared. Ohhh wasn't that so wonderful? Yes, it does seem delightful.
"Hey Sa, you there? We gotta match!"
Still no response. Hey, she didn't need those runes. I mean, why cry for(All those freakin' runes) spilled milk? It was nothing to worry about! It was just over 10k chaos runes! Just pocket change, right? She could do something else now. Like mine, fish, perhaps work on strength or soemthing. Why? Because (All those FREAKIN RUNES!!) there was no use crying over (ALL THOSE RUUUUNES!) spilled milk! She had the perfect idea on what to do next. She movde the mouse over to the house shaped button, and clicked it. Would you like to log out? the red button beckoned. Why, yuh jus' read my mind buddeh! She logged out. Exited the window and just sat there. A brilliant idea came to her. She got up off her chair, walked out, turned off the light, then shut the door softly. She went to her bedroom, picked a spiral and pen and began writing: "She sat staring blankly at the computer screen for a few minutes, then turned her attention over to the half-eaten tuna sandwich which was slumped over..."

 

EPILOGUE

She clicked LOG IN and began typing in :F-l-a-" paused for a brief second, then finished, "-g-g." She tapped ENTER and typed in her password. The game began logging in.
She hasn't been on FLAGG in over five months. Ever since she lost her will(Runes) she didn't have the patience to get them back. F L A G G has become like an old book you loved to read. It has become old, the pages yellow, and has been coated in a nice layer of dust. She thought it'll be nice to read that book again. The screen showed a woman in rags, with only two things in her inventory, a fire and chaos rune. She wondered. The only thing she took with her are fires and chaos. Who's to say she didn't have anythnig else in the bank? She suspected she did. She clicked the entrance of the castle, then the stairs twice. Once she was on top, she opened up her bank. SHe had nothing, except 12 water runes, 8 air runes, and 3 laws, and of course, her rune pick. A idea struck her. Perhaps she can mine to get all her stuff back? It would take time, but hey, she'll be that much better when her skills are going through the roof! She thought that was a great idea. After taking out 3 airs, 1 law, and a water, she opened the mage book and tellyed to fally. The guards where yellin out: "964k drop in the Party Room in 1 minute!" Over and over again. Mining could wait, maybe. She kept walking east until she reached the double-door fally room when....

...she was nervous. Not that scared or paranoid nervous either. She was excited. But then again, parties in the party room always seemed to carry that effect to those who believed they would win. Not that she thought she'd win or anything. She pushed open the two doors in front her. A large group of people were chatting it up in there, most talking about what they'll do with the money once THEY won or something to that effect. She navigated through the sea of people sayin "Pah'don me," "Scuse meh" everytime she bumped into people. She managed to make it to the chest and looked in. 846,000 coins, two rune plates, a bronze scimitar, and a whole bunch of shears and ashes. It was going to be a good drop. Too bad she wasn't going to win anythnig. 'Cept maybeh shears she laughed at that thought. She looked north-west and saw a small port-a-potty shaped area that was vacant. After running thourhg the forest of people, (Not to mention, getting squished between them), she made it. The room was full of clamor. People shouting and yelling at the timer started ticking down. She seemed to have gotten there just in time, 8 seconds left. Their screams became one: "7!!! 6!!! 5!!!! 4!!! 3!!! 2!! 1!!!!!" Balloons came floating lazily in a seesaw pattern from the sky hundreds at a time. A purple one floated right beside her, and she was about to kick it when she was pushed violently out of the way by some guy wearing a scarf. Doan worreh, she told herself, Probably wasn't anythin' in that ballon!. As if to protest, scarf-boy shouted triumphantly, "HEEYY!! I got a rune plate!" Flagg, looked blandly at him, then turned to look for more balloons. She saw two girl wearing addy armor pulling on both ends of a pink balloon greedily, a level 126 protecting his little territory of balloons by knocking lower levels out of the way. Every balloon was being fought over or something to that affect. Then she saw one behind the staircase. Lonely and unoccupied. That was hers. She knew it. She ran over there when a guy wearing full bronze jumped in front her, and then a girl wearing full rune grabbed his legs and began pulling him back with him yelling, "Por que?!?!" She jumped over the dragged body and began running towards the balloon again. A guy wearing full steel saw what she was doing and stood in front her, his feet about 3 feet apart, firm and steady; ready to knock a girl out. She ran faster then jumped and slid under his legs, and got back up on her feet. She was soo close to the perfectly, white balloon. A level 24 was just about to get in front of her, but flagg grabbed her arm, and swung her to her other side. There was the ballon. Right freakin there. She leaped and landed on the balloon with a (POP). It didn't feel like a balloon. It felt loose. Of course genius! It popped! What do yuh think? She got on and her knees and looked down. 846k!!!! She got the money! She didn't need to count all the coins, the overwhelming pile of gold spoke for itself. She got out her backpack, and began shoveling in the money. She quietly snuck out of the party room and traveled to the bank. On the way, she a curious idea slithered into her mind like a snake. This wonderful thought, she willing did partake. She stood in the bank for a minute, and was about to yell out 'Buying runes' but another guy strangely, as if reading her mind, spoke up: "Selling runes! All kinds! Good prices!"
"Do you have any chaos and fire?" She asked quietly.
"Why, ma'am, I got plenty of them, would you care to buy some?"
"Yes please."
"How many?"
"How much yuh got?"
He opened his pack and showed her. Her smile widened into a grin.
"ill take them all sir, and a few deaths if you dont mind."
He didn't. And when they were done trading, she decided to take a walk. Yes, a nice, brisk walk. Things were going to go good for her. She could feel it. She cuold feel it the whole way while she was walking to clan wars.

 

Tell if yall like..Comments, suggestions, and everthin else is welcomed..=D..
And if yall wan' more..jus' ask me..or PM me in the game! F L A G G/Sa Master1....

-Sarah- ~Dum-a-chum..Dad-a-chee.. Doan yuh worreh! I got thuh key!~

 

what shit wer u smokin when u wrote this???

 

harsh c4p r4ng3; he put al ot of effort into that (Unless its leeched in-which case bugger off)

Looks crazy!

 

i think he done well putting all that effort in, nice one!

 

no i thought this was a story that happened to u in the game that was gay i am glad i didn't read the whole thing

 

wrf is this shit i dont like it is waaaaay boring i stoped reading after line 3 or so
get a life dude

 

WOW MAN must have tookin u like a year

didn't read it tho

good job i guess

wow u r cool

 

i read the first post, and i would have read the rest but i don't have enough time.
This story is quite interesting , good grammar and story flows really well. I like to read these types of story (well i've never read any stories in this format based on a game). i gotta admit good job.

 

Wow, if it's not copied, nice job. Didn't read it all but it seems detailed and engaging I guess.